Orchard Street, from memory

My childhood was spent running in and out of these doors, up and down the row of cottages.

Very much on my mind at the moment, not surprising my pencil began this sketch.

Loch Ness Monster

Just had a text from someone I am writing to, they are en-route to Inverness. So I did this sketch mid letter. Now, either this is not Nessie, or Nessie is holidaying in a small lake.

The coach I imagined to be a 1940's rickety bouncy vehicle.

Later in the day I had a few minutes and a post it pad, Nessie was still going round in my mind. So Nessie and the Coach, Mark II.

Will I sketch any more Nessies before this this blog is scheduled to publish at noon Wednesday?

Vliegermolen Windmill, Voorburg, Holland

 

Drawn earlier this week at Voorburg in Holland. Twas so cold I ended up sketching with my gloves on. Brrr.

Still, I was able to finnish it off in the evening infront of a roaring log fire.

I had fun that day too filming storks and herons in flight, and photo-ing a whole heap of other stuff.

I went for a cycle ride and walk this morning, settled on my favourite bench about half way round to write a letter and this ink pen sketch.

I fingerpainted the same scene on my i:Touch  a year or two back during harvest.
It's one of those rare spots where the sound of nature, wind, birds, trees, exceed distant rumbles of man made engines chugging man up and down highways.

The Olde Village Pump at Horningsea.

Water Pump at Horningsea.

I tootled off on my bicycle this morning to Horningsea, a local Anglo Saxon village, on a Geocaching Adventure, at the same time armed with my Postcard SketchPad.

Horningsea  is a pretty little village, what really caught my eye was the Olde Village Water Pump.

The box to the left of the tree in the background I am told looks like a Cable Junction Box. It was in fact a Telephone Box. Oops!
The full box was orriginally in the sketch, but the low overhanging branches blocked it out.





River Cam Granchester - Post Flood.

Last time I brought my sketch pad down here, sun shone brightly, walkers paced the bank - there was a lot of excited chatter in the background. That was almost exactly a year ago - high summer.

The grassy track is now a mud bath, the river flowing faster than I could punt upstream. Hardly anyone has come down here to enjoy their lunch, read or pass the time in pleasant company.

But I do hail the adventurous spirit of 4 youngsters, determined to keep School Leaving spirit up. Exams done, Balls danced and released from the fetters of education - the River Cam must be swum.

So with one on the bank and four - no, that would be 3 - three in the water, a bit of normality is returning to this sleepy bank.

In the background birds lift their chirruping above the distant, but sadly constant rumble, of traffic setting off down the M11 to London.

As I write this a spider has begun spinning his web dangling from my beard. He has mistaken me for some country hedgerow!

The sun is now out, ramblers have emerged from their lunchtime beverages. Time, methinks, for this ancient hedgerow to find a cup of tea.

SPLASHING through puddles...

Bilbo's Walking Song

With a bit of culture almost injected into my veins this weekend, I went in search of a poem from Lord of the Rings I have always wanted to remember.

I so like the imagery of roads linking up, but I am not sure this is the one I remember!
Leading from door to door?

30 Year Old Cognac

I have in my drinks cupboard, a bottle of 30+ year old Cognac. It was only 10 years old when it was given to me, cognac is not my drink of choice.

But these last few weeks I have been enjoying an odd tipple here and there from this bottle having rescued the liquor from a crumbling cork.

The wine goblet is stainless steel, one that I have owned and been drinking from for over 40 years.

Foraging Plod

Like many of mine, drawn on a blank postcard, and will be safely in the postbox before last collection tonight.

I sketch directly onto 140 lbs, 6" x 4" card using an HB pencil. Most important to always have a good clean eraser handy, and in some places to artistically smudge the sketch rubbing over with my fingertip.

Finally I 'Fix' the sketch using hairspray to stop the sketch accidentally becoming more smudged in the hands of the postman or recipient.

Maundy Thuursday

In the Garden of Gethsemanie, Jesus knows he's was facing a stormy few days, sure though of his destiny.

Advertising Bikes

This postcard, sketched at lunchtime, is winging it's way Northwards beyond the border.

More and more recently bikes have been popping up around Cambridge with Advertising Boards strapped to the frame. Today I saw one with a Free NewsPaper dispenser attached to the back rack...

RanDOM Cartoon Strip: Unique!

First entry in my new Journal...

I wonder if you can read it all.
If you click on the picture, a larger version should appear.

Luke 10:11

Read more here...

Vicar anon

Drew this whilst bouncing around on the Citi 6 today, took most of the 20 minute journey.

Waiting in for my new Blackberry to arrive

I thought of how we used to communicate.

Drawn today, 24th Jan 2012

 

And so, after such an exciting day, and having enjoyed communicating with the world

 

 it is time I lifted my wearisom body in the direction of snooze land.

Goodnight.

GoogleMaps!

Following my last abortive trip to hospital I am preparing to return - this time as a day patient only. Hooray. :)
The procedure involves feeding a camera through my mouth down to the stomach so Doc can possibly determine a reason for the incredible pancreatic pains.

GoogleMaps despatched a driver to Plot the Pancreatic Hills

My orriginal thought was to draw a TV Crew preparing to enter the unknown, but somehow a GoogleMaps journey seemed more appropriate.

Sinking Moon

The moon looked so magnificent this morning.
This was the view before I made my porridge. Breakfast eaten the moon had sunk behind the roofline.

Bin Surfin'

In a phone call yesterday to Scotland we chatted about the high winds, 150mph! - and the fact that maybe the wheelie bins needed to be weighed down.
This brought to my imagination the new sport of Whellie Bin Surfing.
This is the first draught of what will no doubt make it to my Postcard Series...